~If anyone has read Zetman, yes, I am borrowing some of Jin’s description from the manga~
Name: Jenosuke
Nickname: Jin
Race: Human???
Appearance: A boy, around the age of 16 or 17, with a height of 6’0 and a weight of 135 lbs. His build is not too stunning to look at, but through running around for others, he has kept himself in shape. He has frizzy, light brown hair that always seems to fall on his face. His skin carries a light tan, giving him a golden glow when underneath the sun, and his eyes are as dark as the unrelenting night, gleaming with a hint of hazel, which seem to make any soul cower in fear. He wears a long sleeved gray jacket with the collars pointing towards his shoulders, but floating somewhat in the air. Under his old, wrinkly jacket, he wears a blank white shirt that also looks old and seems a bit unwashed. For his leggings, he wears blackish-gray jeans which seem to accommodate his mood of sadness and no care. To top it all off, he wears a pair of no-name sneakers which seem to be a few months old and loosely gripped at the sole. On his back, there are markings of two wings embedded into his skin and there are also many cuts and scratches around them. These bruises came from the many times he tried to take the markings off his back because of occasional burning pains.
History: As a child, (name) only knew his grandfather, an old man with a long fuzzy beard and shaggy clothes. (Name) was raised in many locations, mostly because his grandfather was always moving. They lived together with the homeless for many years and (name)’s grandfather taught (name) him the only way he knew he could, through home schooling. After many years, when (name) was around the age of 10, he became very sick. His grandfather told him to stay while he went to the doctor, but he never returned. After several hours of prolonged waiting, (name) finally got up and decided to search for his lost grandfather. (Name) walked in the dark, rainy night, lead only by his sheer will to see his loved one. A few blocks away from his home, (name) found his grandfather lying on the ground. Picking him up, (name) saw the destroyed street corner filled with blood. He realized that there had been a great struggle and that only one person walked away alive. Suddenly turning to the barely hearable voice, (name) looked at his grandfather. Thinking he was just pretending to sleep, (name) pushed him up onto his quivering legs. Looking into his grandfathers eyes, he heard a faint voice call out to him and began to say “…now… you must survive on your own…leave me here …and go somewhere safe!” Refusing to do what he said, his grandfather pushed him away with all the strength he had left. “We all must die someday…and for me…it is now…you must learn to let go!” Again refusing the old mans orders, he began to pick him up and take him to a doctor. With his last breath, the old man said, “I hope…we may meet…again…” Dozing off into a deep sleep, the old man’s body collapsed onto the wet pavement. Screaming in agony, the boy wept on the dead body for hours. The boy stood up and the rain began to pour even harder, pushing him down again. Getting up once more, the boy began to move with a sort of limp to his walk. Dragging himself away from the only person he loved, (name) disappeared into the night, taking with him the dark clouds of despair. For six months he traveled to the west, until finally he reached a forest from where he smelt his lunch. Finding it an accessible place to live, (name) began to live in the forest next to “Camp Summerwaves”, where he could live far enough from his old home to forget what he had seen, have a good meal almost every day, and observe people as they went through their daily routine. After fives years of living in the forest, (name) had developed an instinctive way of living in his new home. Although the gatherings in the buildings next to his home were loud and obnoxious, they at least kept him a bit civilized.
Special Ability: Superhuman strength, agility, and healing. Also, loses consciousness when enraged.